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10/10/2000 |
1. | Everybody Clap (instrumental) |
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8. | D. Bits (instrumental) |
9. | How Now (instrumental) |
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11. | Granite (instrumental) |
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16. | 10ft, 5ft, Bag 'em (instrumental) |
17. | Douggie Mayu's (instrumental) |
* | Gone (2004 re-release bonus track) |
* | Spades (2004 re-release bonus track) |
* | Bulls on Parade (2004 re-release bonus track) |
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They were looking for me when I came to
they were looking for me when I came back
said hey you, you're looking very suspicious
I said relax man get off my back
I said relax man get off my back
I, I, I ain't opposed to seeking justice
but you're going about it all wrong
the man you're looking for does not exist
he's just a figment of the higher man's tounge
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and they say
open up we're comming inside
you can't run so you may as well hide
we got the place covered from head to toe, head to toe
open up we're comming inside
what's it feel like to know you're going to die
on the other side of the row
on the other side of the row
so they took me down to the gallows
and this boy he say to me
why do you smile when the rope's around your neck
I said I tell you boy when I get back
I said I tell you boy when I get back
I, I, I ain't opposed to seeking justice
but you're going about it all wrong
the man you're looking for does not exist
he's just a figment of the higher man's tounge
he's just a victim of the higher man's tounge
[CHORUS]
hands above your head
que le via bien
step out of line we'll and fill you with lead
how are we to know that your not a liar
don't you see whe have a job to do
and our job is the law
you fit the description of a criminal crosser
we believe that he is you and that is your flaw
that is your flaw...
that is your flaw...
and they say
open up we're comming inside
you can't run so you may as well hide
we got the place covered from head to toe, head to toe
open up we're comming inside
what's it feel like to know you're going to die
on the other side of the row
on the other side of the row
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I'd like to jettison your medicine
back to where you came from
you keep your bell and edison
away from my grandson
stand son on your own bone
don't forget the home that you come from
don't let them say your name wrong
just like larry I'll take it to the hoop
make one false move in one fell swoop
and then I pass it to the trigger man
bow down to the sound if you still can
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I got my beautiful dutiful cargo 250
plenty of misshalls and plenty of cat calls
and I can attest to the rest of the best stalls
but never have I ever made a match with sickness
look both ways and dispatch with a quickness
gimme some roy and gimme some speed
gather all around to the world and read on
til you get to the part that's righteous
it's an unbearable likeness
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I got my beautiful dutiful cargo 250
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Hold up the firing line
hold steady on the trigger's time
walk away counting backwards from nine
holdin' his breath so to start his own dying
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time served
to the ones that left you here
no people here, only names
soon to be put to numbers so it's one and the same
it's anyone's game as long as the fire flickers
the throat stickers, they place their bet
the trouble is that no one's added it up quite yet
cause when they do, when they do it'll be a
riot and the wire is down
hold up for the fury to sound
hold up you head from the ground
or they'll keep you on it
your time's served
to the one's that left you here
from tower to wall to guard to guard to wall
ever ready for th fire to fall
the confiners haven't seen the sun since
the lifers let got of their irrelevent innocence
but long before a single round was shot
word was spread from block to block to cell block
they're going to take him
and make an example of him for the escapees to fear
the incoming of the
incoming of the gun
oncoming of the year
you either die on the inside or trying to get out
the choice is yours, the choice is here
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Come now to the edge of the room
you can see them all crowdin' around
soon they'll come in and come up here
let them find an effigy
but they'll never find me
head man I live to see you roll away
they'll never ever ever find me
they'll never ever ever find me
head man, walkig, right infront of me
don't you, look in, I'm not here you see
dead man told me wher I am to hide
said he's waitin' there, where it's all
even...
you can feel them coming
up through your heels
outside misconstructed the search continues
the hidden afraid are never betrayed
by the already gound and taken away
oh and in a different place
the hands that hold your face
are only trying only tryin' to keep you warm
they'll never ever ever find me
they'll never ever ever find me
hedman, walking, right in front of me
don't you, look in, I'm not here you see
deadman told me where I am to hide
said he's waitin thre, where it's all
even...
walk on, will we, walk on
with our heads to the wall
let them find taht they'll never find us all
hey I wanted a life less hidden
they wanted a life but I'll never give them
part of me...
part of me...
I will save my right
so hard to the ground
til we lay down
til we lay ourselves down
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I'm not crazy like my brother
But it's the way I choose
I don't hang around with a six pence
When I got everything to lose
Would you bring me my money
And take from me all that I was worth
Cause I wasn't worth nothing
And I wasn't yours
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay a while
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Sold out men from across the way
He thought he heard what he heard you say
Hey now man your watch it shines
For the bid of a second yeilds 40 times
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay while
Don't you be a passerby
Oh don't won't you sit down
And stay a while...
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Woman and little child
Don't you be a passerby
I'm not crazy like my brother
But it's the way I choose
I don't hang around with a six pence
When I got everything to lose
Would you bring me my money
And take from me all that I was worth
Cause I wasn't worth nothing
And I wasn't yours
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay a while
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Sold out men from across the way
He thought he heard what he heard you say
Hey now man your watch it shines
For the bid of a second yeilds 40 times
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay while
Don't you be a passerby
Oh don't won't you sit down
And stay a while...
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Woman and little child
Don't you be a passerby
I'm not crazy like my brother
But it's the way I choose
I don't hang around with a six pence
When I got everything to lose
Would you bring me my money
And take from me all that I was worth
Cause I wasn't worth nothing
And I wasn't yours
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay a while
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Sold out men from across the way
He thought he heard what he heard you say
Hey now man your watch it shines
For the bid of a second yeilds 40 times
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay while
Don't you be a passerby
Oh don't won't you sit down
And stay a while...
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Woman and little child
Don't you be a passerby
I'm not crazy like my brother
But it's the way I choose
I don't hang around with a six pence
When I got everything to lose
Would you bring me my money
And take from me all that I was worth
Cause I wasn't worth nothing
And I wasn't yours
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay a while
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Sold out men from across the way
He thought he heard what he heard you say
Hey now man your watch it shines
For the bid of a second yeilds 40 times
Oh don't you be a passerby
Oh won't you sit down
And stay while
Don't you be a passerby
Oh don't won't you sit down
And stay a while...
Cause it's been too long since you been around
Woman and little child
Don't you be a passerby
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Green river flows
Like grass melting
Later it will run black
Down its track
Into an ocean
She stands on the bridge
Dimlight on her back
Someday
I will carry you...
I want to float higher
Above waves of electric wires
Stare down onto the street
I see you drunk with kiln-glazed eyes
Telling me about the girl I should meet
Someday
I will carry you...
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We hear the dealers with their words
that ride the tails
of their cigarette smoke
sliding through the tunnels of our ears
those greasy marionettes of
real bone and blood
stand on the corner of washington square
vision stinging
eyes blurring
elevators got your rising so high
17 floors you want so much more
elevators got you rising so high
17 floors you want so much more
there's lightning on the ceiling
coming from the corner of her eye...
somewhere horses flee from thunder
somewhere the bones of a cat
are buried under a garden
well ther's a radio on
broken songs empty digression
won't be ling to you and me are gone from here
lightning on the ceiling
coming from the corner of her eye
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Coming back coming home the queen of love enters the room
silence ensues... to the king what have you done to my life
did you take me for a fool or for a wife
and the king is in his court
counting all his diamonds
one by one they do fall
says the queen our pride the prince of spades is coming home
it'd be nice if you could spend some time alone
after all he's in line for the throne
and the king is in his court
counting all his diamonds
one by one they do fall
so now just get up off you ass and
leave all your treasures behind
your son is coming home with you to spend time
show him how a good king should be
and don't ever forget the day
when you turned back on him and me
still I stayed
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Wanna be
Your bread and butter
Wanna be
The honey in your jar
Wanna be
Your bread and butter
Wanna be
The honey in your jar
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Headlights
highways
your life collides with mine
leavin' our shoes behind
we cross the water
our words flow
from mouth to mouth
like fish seeking dark places
the mist covers our traces covers our faces
headlights
highways
your life collides with mine
we're stepping into shelter
movin out of shadow
we made some wrong moves
along the way
oh we might have strayed
will I forget your face
and your fluid gait
or will I stare into the stillness
this is where I miss you
so long
th what's done
how come we've gone
so much time's been wasted
so many thoughts been lost on you
headlights
highways
your life collides with mine
cold wind rushes
down on my face
smoke heats the black throat
of the chimney
the door is open
come on inside...
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One old man a ten hour day
And not a dime to spare
Playin' on his pawn shop horn
And breathin' into the air
I've got more coal to fire
And another soul to feed
Little old lady left the scene
About an hour ago
Her purse was filled
All her silver unsold
Little old lady had a mouth
But nothing to say
Despite her allegiances
She has found a way
Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea
Do rebut that
And if you open up your mouth
You better shut that
It's never ever gonna go away
"I'm homeless, God bless, good day"
Would that I were you
Would I be free
And would that you were me
Would you burn or flee
The blood is on your hands
You've got it on your feet
Your first is in the air
And somewhere in between
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You got your electricity
The heat is on high
You can't keep your eyes away
From the TV
You walk outside
With your face on the ground
Too tired to hear the sound
Of a child on the rooftops
And he was kicking off slate
Do you remember when
You were a boy
And you were void of hate
Because I know a place
Where the smiles last for days
And the people celebrate
At the drop of rain
They go outside
On the barefooted ground
They can hear the sound
They can hear the sound
But switch back to the first world
The smiling face on a TV
A man walks out of a square house
Into a square car
And he wonders what happened to me
I don't ask him where he's going
Cause he doesn't know
When he'll be back
He sits there in his car
With the keys in his lap
Well have you figured it out
Have you figure it out
Well have you figured it out
Have you figured it out
Well have you figured it out
Have you figured it out
Cause I haven't got a clue
I was crossing the tracks
I saw a big yellow light
Come for me
What happened to the blinking red lights
They must have run out of batteries
And I should stand up for my friends
Because I believe in them
And if someone puts them down
Why am I silent till the end
You better smile when I say hi
Because I'm smiling whenever you're nearby
Well I guess you don't make a big deal
Out of anything anymore
And you pass a car turned over on the side of the road
You contemplate a reversal of the roles
But you don't pull over to help
You'll forget about it
Three seconds down the road
Well have you figured it out
Have you figure it out
Well have you figured it out
Have you figured it out
Well have you figured it out
Have you figured it out
Cause I haven't got a clue
And I held everything against you
Because you see you never held anything at all
Against me
You better smile when I say hi
Because I'm smiling whenever you're nearby
Well I guess you don't make a big deal
Out of anything anymore
And I was crossing the tracks
I saw a big yellow light
Coming for me
What happened to the blinking red lights
They must have run out of batteries
Now you
Just forget about it all
Cause all your things are GONE
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE,
GONE, GONE,
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[CHORUS:]
here we go
leave it on the back burner
take it to the dry town
I got the mean time slippin' down
the slide some uptight right wing,
political homicide, do what you want,
take what you will, take it in like a
southpaw, flip it on the grill
bourgeoise, protocol
bottoms up boys this is the last call
happy hour doesn't last too long
you know it never does
so I sit here on a bar stool looking at
the sky got a buck and a quarter
and a bucket full or rye
don't step out of line you'll get time
in the brig don't yield to the mighty
you got your own dirt to dig
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my and my flea bag friends we ran
to have our own feast of Crispan
Murphy was there with number 22
they were got caught in the middle
of a coup, you will
lose me if I don't lose you
we haven't chosen
anyone of you to condemn
so make your decision and chose you
side or let us begin
steeped in knowledge
I'll step from the board
down to the speak easy
with my double-edged sword
you know the deal
you got to spin the wheel
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
but as matter of fact
you know that cat suicide jack
he don't play like that
truth is he don't really play at all
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